Henry and I got to run with Horses!
Henry. ♥ So, the other evening, I was out walking Henry like usual. The process is largely the same each time. I’ll ask, “Do yooooouuuuuu…” and he cocks his head, stares up at me, smiling. Then I’ll wait a couple moments before saying, “...wanna go for a waaaalk?” He then wheelies around and goes in and out of my legs and we get the leash from the porch. He waits patiently while I hook him up, take a drink of water, smoke a joint (if you've never walked your dog high as hell in the quiet of a country evening, you simply cannot know what you're missing!), and get my head-light situated since it’s normally dark or becoming dark out by the time we go. Then we race to the gate and choose a direction, but we always walk around the fenceline and back to the same spot. Well, on this evening, one of the nearby property owners had his horses out. Henry loves horses. I don’t know what he'd do if he ever got to just run around with one, but he sure likes them from across a fence. A...
